Disclaimer: I don't own, I merely puppeteer.


Seasons passed. Cycling, cycling, cycling through temperatures and weather patterns. Most of my life had been cycles of some sort.

My life, however, was anything but a cycle aside from sleeping and such.

She kept the monotonous circles away.

Our things, lives, spaces and we eventually became one.

Somewhere along the way, lines blurred.

We didn't bother finding them again.

After escapades resulting in rumpled sheets and lazy grins, we found ourselves wandering into uncharted territory.

Trust was placed and power was exchanged by both parties on different occasions.

It was thrilling. Erotic. New.

Fireworks had a new meaning again.